The first time I questioned my understanding of love, and the relationship between men and women, I was twenty-eight years old, laying flat on my back and faking my third orgasm. Drenched in sweat and obviously trying to make it last, my then Mr Right had been moaning in my ear for the last half […]

He was my first. Another redhead-like me. Every time I drive down Fussell Lane, I think about him. I wonder what may have been. I wonder how his parents are. I wonder if his best mate and his mate’s wife would have gone on to do such amazing things if he had stayed on the […]

Maybe it’s the recent wild weather. Maybe it’s the increase in reported cases of Ebola. Or simply the emotional engineering that we are often subjected to when we turn on the news. Which in my case is stacked neatly on top of having lived through a magnitude 9 earthquake, followed by a devastating tsunami and a nuclear melt-down. All just […]

Six years ago. My boyfriend and I wake up at about 11am…if you call the hell we have stirred into wakefulness. I have never been a morning person. Something had crawled down my throat, had a huge crap and then died. But before it did…it poured sand in my eyes and used my head as […]

Turning 43 caught me by surprise. It was so… well… underwhelming. It was so unlike turning 40, which I spent in NYC wearing frocks, eating cupcakes at the Magnolia Bakery, sipping apple martinis, sighing over jewellery at Tiffany’s, reliving scenes from ‘Big’ at Coney Island and even being pick-pocketed (thanks for that, btw). The only thing turning […]

It’s 11:00pm on a school night, two bottles of wine in, when we both suddenly realise that the only blog either of us should write is the one we write together. My single, working professional, no-nonsense in the city (let’s just be clear, not by choice) kind of ways, juxtapositioned against Junket’s – mother of […]